Tanned Leather & White Lace [+18]

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Hellu, it's me again! 😗

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Have a beautiful day, and thank you for sticking around! 🤍

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Let's get one thing straight –this was not a date.

First off, for something to be a date, both people kind of need to know it's one—which wasn't the case with Pete. Second, Vegas was well aware that, at best, this was just a business meeting.

A totally super normal, casual business meeting with his cousin at nine in the morning to discuss a plan. A really serious and crucial plan that could determine the future of the second family and, probably, whether Vegas would keep his head attached to his body or if Nop would eventually have to search for it somewhere in a dumpster or a roadside ditch.

That's all it was. A business meeting.

The fact that Pete would be at that meeting and in the same room as Vegas had absolutely nothing to do with why Vegas spent almost forty-five minutes picking out his all-black outfit, an extra twenty on his hair, and an absurd amount of time deciding on underwear and socks. Also, the diamond earring and not one but three sprays of his ridiculously expensive cologne? Totally unrelated to Pete.

Vegas was cool, Vegas was calm. Vegas was definitely not overthinking or stressing out. And he was absolutely not dealing with literal beads of sweat trickling down his balls in those three-hundred-dollar boxers, knowing full well he'd be the only one to see them since his sex life was near to absolute zero for a while now. Well, that was before Pete.

Yes, Vegas was sweating, despite the fact that October was just pointing its nose and the coldest months were just beginning in Bangkok. Mornings were getting chillier and here he was, adjusting the collar of his $2,000 Burberry wool and cashmere coat in front of the mirror before giving himself a final once-over—an imaginary tap on his back—fixed two rebellious strands of hair, and, yes, did one last booty check before heading out to join Nop who was already waiting in the car.

Because of course, they were taking Vegas' car today. Normally, Vegas wasn't a fan of cars—he much preferred his bike. But today was different.

They were heading to the main family's mansion, and Vegas figured it was smarter to have an experienced bodyguard with him, along with a gun—just in case Kinn decided to act like the backstabbing son of a bitch he was. Vegas never trusted him, it would not change now because he was willing to 'work' with him.

Now, Vegas could have taken the bike, but having Nop as his passenger princess clinging to him for dear life while mumbling mantras to welcome them into the afterlife? Not happening. So, he opted for the car. And his now-favorite gun—the one Pete used during their fight at the Velvet Pulse. The gun that helped take out a bunch of Kurotora's men. That same gun that probably still had Pete's fingerprints on it.

Only Vegas and Pete knew. Nobody else. Funny how even that trivial and insignificant detail made his heart skip a beat.

And his balls sweat even more.

All Vegas really wanted was one simple thing: to daydream and do absolutely nothing about it. He wanted to shove everything connected to Kurotora under the rug. Kinn? Under the rug. Daw? Definitely under the rug. The Velvet Pulse? The reopening? Every little thing related? Yep, you guessed it—under that magical rug. That rug he was way too excited to see again, all clean and tidy. He missed that rug. Vegas had no shame in admitting it.